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Your teacher sounded like she was a horrible teacher, making you cry like that needlessly. He or she probably shouldn't be working with kids if they don't know how to treat them properly... also, we don't know each other but the story kind of makes me want to hug you, or at least when you were a kid. I'm sorry.

She was all right I guess, she was from the phillipines, and she was just a tough old gal, she didn't take no sass or attitude.

Now, my first grade teacher?! She was horrific!! Not so much to me, she thought I was nice and sweet, but one of the kids in class who I had grown up with, she was absolutely horrible to. He had a really rough time, and he was always pee'ing his pants, but he really had a lot of issues. For starters, his dad had died when both of us were really young, I can just barely remember his dad, they lived just a few houses down from us. Anyways, it was a tiny neighbourhood where we all lived, everybody kind of knew each other, and very late one night an ambulance came racing down the street, and I remember waking up and going outside with my folks to see what was up...

It seems so quiant now, going outside to see where the sirens were coming from, nowdays I can't imagine doing that even in my wildest dreams, everybody just locks the doors and peers out the windows, if that, most don't even notice I am sure...

Anyways, his dad had cancer, he was so young too, I mean, at the time it didn't seem it, but christ he was probably younger than I am now...anyways, he had been fighting it for some time, and when the ambulance came racing down the street that night, he was dead. Flash forward to first grade, my friend had a lot of issues...his mother took it something awful, and my friend pretty much was raising himself. And he had a lot of emotioal issues, nowdays they'd probably say ADD or whatever and give him some medication, something like that, but back then he basically was on his own, or at most at the whim of the teacher, of which I cannot imagine a more hideous example of the human race. She would mock him in class, in front of everyone when he would pee his pants, encourage the other kids to do so, when he would get anxious and start hopping or running around, she would push his desk into the closet and close the accordion style door with him inside, she was a horrible horrible person. But hey, it's Kansas Public Education...

She was like 24 year old, and I have since learned from my mother that she was a total b-i-t-c-h, my mother couldn't stand her, saying she was stuck-up, awfully full of herself, and just plain mean spirited. She wasn't married, and if you called her Mrs. instead of Miss, she really let you have it, within a day or two, we all knew and fully understood the difference between Mrs. and Miss...

But hey, my second and third grade teachers rocked-socks, so it balanced itself out...I still cried a lot though :)

When it comes to sweet-flavored gum, I can't chew it for more than 5 seconds before swallowing it. I can handle the mint kind of chewing gum, but if it's cherry, strawberry, kiwi-grape fusion, original etc, I swallow that shit with the quickness.

And uh I thought people were joking about not having the attention span to read long posts, but I guess they're not and that's extremely sad because reading long posts about absolutely nothing is the only good thing left about the cult. Without them, it's all just jokes about ur mom, which are neither classy nor nice.

Also, the first concert I ever went to was a Play-n-Skillz. Not even that long ago really. I enjoyed myself despite getting my ass grabbed by at least a dozen people I did not know.

dude....how is seeing a mediocre pop punk band anywere near as bad as being 2 twelve year old white kids surrounded by an army of middle aged black women throwing panties at the stage and screamin "Oh damn! you gonna fuck me boy!!!! to the guy with the bassy voice" ontop of the crazy crowd you have the gayness of the concert as a whole.

random other concert story. I fell asleep drunk and high during a bon jovi journey cover bands show and the singer came up 4 inches from me and kicked me while singing some shitty high pitched lyric to try and wake me up....which i did wake up..for 30 seconds and then fall back asleep

two year olds hold all the knowledge of their previous lives because they havent formed enough new memories yet. so, a star being a color is something known only to the gods until this child spoke with such veracity.

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